Greetings, aminal fans! It’s Moondai evening, so time for more mischiefery with a mashery of Ogden Nashery (illustrated)! This is still a little shortish, as yours truly has been dozing on pain medication and losing track of the day and time. But it is an Open Thread, so please feel free to post your favorite illustrated pomes in the Comments also too!
Tableau at Twilight
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.
A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child.
The friendly embers warmer gleam,
The cone begins to drip ice cream.
Cones are composed of many a vitamin.
My lap is not the place to bitamin.
Although my raiment is not chinchilla,
I flinch to see it become vanilla.
Coniferous child, when vanilla melts
I’d rather it melted somewhere else.
Exit child with remains of cone.
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone,
Muttering spells like an angry Druid,
Alone, in the dusk, with the cleaning fluid.
